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The Possibility to Choose

I woke up late this morning: I forgot to set the alarm and I slept some hours more than usual.

I woke up happy, anyway, and rested (probably I needed it) and I replanned my day: no training today, maybe I will catch up tomorrow; and maybe I will walk to work so I can still do some km.

So, shorting the way to don’t waste other time, I realised I was walking the same road as when I was going to work. And, as if I “had” to walk there, I realised I left there some of my thoughts and maybe it was time to come back to pick them up.

Blessed 7th of December

A year ago I wrote on my journal:

“The bomb blasted at work! At home early – stress – union…It’s the turning point!”

A year ago it happened what brought me to take a radical, drastic and, for many people, irresponsible decision: to leave my job to get out from that cage I was dying in, and take my life back!

Things weren’t going well for long time already, actually were going pretty bad: I was sleeping shortly and badly because of nightmares, and during the nights I was waking up all the time thinking about work and stressing tasks to do; even during weekends or evenings with my family my mood could rapidly flip because, don’t know why, my mind suddenly could “bring me back” to my office, to my asshole colleague, to my hated boss.

New Horizons

I’ve just arrived at work, as usual I’m the first.

Sunny day, the morning jogging has brought me back to life: I’m feeling energetic, happy, in a fantastic mental and physical condition.

After few hours I’m starting to feel my happiness going down: the work environment, as a vampire, sucks the joy out of me.

Work Makes Man Noble

I’ve always had a twisted relationship with the working life, which means I have not still been able to understand how much this affects the private life and vice versa.

Until not long time ago, I was always complaining about how my work was destroying completely my inspiration and, above all, removing any will to do things: I was doing my duty as a good citizen, but I was letting the life slide on me, just looking forward to the weekends or holidays.

Lost Time and Not

Time flies fast and relentless.
I realised it by looking at the statistics of this site and seeing how little I wrote in the last few months.
I realise it now, thinking it’s already Tuesday, and this week, like the previous one, is just flying away.
It seems like a full life, but I can not accept and cannot perceive any positive vibrations from this optimistic view of the working week.

Opportunities

A few days ago I read that in Sweden we have reached the amount of 400,000 unemployed which is a remarkable and worrying percentage on a population of about ten million people.
I myself have been in that situation and I know what it means to look for work, knocking at all the doors, not receiving any answers or even being shout out in a bad way.
Yet, just after 5 months, I got different and interesting possibilities.
Luck? Maybe, but I don’t think so…

On My Own Way and the Value of Things

Who has been following me for a while probably knows about my situation of “happy unemployed”.

For those who are new here, they can find in my previous posts the reason of my happiness, first because I can now do what I want (here), and  second because I’ve been strong and brave enough to get out from some “dirty games” in which they wanted me accomplice and partner (here).

Grown Up in Lies

We grew up in a world that told us so many, maybe too many lies.
I’m talking about my generation.
I was born in the mid-1970s, but I can not remember them. Instead I remember the 80s as a very happy and wealthy period, growing in a rich and joyful Italy, when everyone could easily achieve their goals and still have so much fun.

Years Won’t Come Back

He got out of one of the bathrooms at the office. Deadened silence and the cold white of the neon-light.

He approached one of the five sinks lined up on the front wall to rinse his hands and face. Perhaps it would help him to finally wake up from his numb.

He looks at himself at the mirror, grinning.

Flashback.

Does Unemployment Justify Slavery?

Some days ago I met an old colleague of mine.
As often happens, having not shared anything else in life than working time from 8am to 4pm, we ended up immediately talking about work and the company from where I decided to get fired (as I will explain later).

Money Can’t Buy Happiness

A few years ago, during the lunch break, I was talking to a colleague, mostly complaining about our job. As often happens in workplaces, where one feels more as companions of misfortune than just colleagues, we were deploring our job and, in particular, our salary that was always too low compared to the amount of duties and responsibilities we had.

The Work and The Utopia of Doing Nothing

I’ve been working almost 20 years. I did a bit of everything, so many different jobs and only on rare occasions I felt really satisfied and fulfilled (and only for short time).

Most of the time I found myself cursing the job and all the hours I was spending (wasting?) there, in a everlasting countdown waiting for the end of day, the weekend, the holidays…

Like many other people, for what I know by talking with friends and colleagues, I was working there but I was actually dreaming to be somewhere else, mostly just wishing to be home and relax instead.